I opened the monthly email from the Connecticut Humane Society and looked at the various cats and dogs and furry pocket pets currently available. Normally I read the adoptable pets from Westport to Waterbury and then, last, I read the Newington listings. This time, however, I looked at Newington first and stopped dead in my tracks. Staring up at me was this adorable face. It belonged to an adoptable dog – a Pomeranian. He was such a handsome guy. I thought, “I have watched the CT Humane Society pets for many years and have never seen a pommie.”
I read, and then reread, the ad. Sure enough, the dog staring back at me was a Pomeranian. He looked like a sweetheart. I thought about it for only a minute or two. Then I picked up the phone, of course.
Sure enough. Lopez was adoptable. He was about three or four years old and wore a beautiful coat in the most popular pommie color – I call it strawberry blond. From then on, everything happened quickly. I got an immediate answer and we discussed Lopez. No, he has not yet been adopted. Yes, there is considerable interest. No, he cannot be held without a commitment. Yes, he was just added to the website and there have been a lot of calls. He will go to the first qualified family that wants him. He is well behaved, loving and kind. All the other factors were positive, too.
I blurted into the phone,
I’m coming down. I’m coming a long way and it will take me at least an hour and a half before I can get there.
By then it was about 1:30 p.m. That meant I’d be pushing closing time since it was Sunday.
I gathered my two other pommies into my car. I knew the Humane Society would want to assess my dogs and then add Lopez to the mix and see how everyone interacted. Winston and Lily enjoyed riding in the car and had no concerns. As for me, I was going to make tracks because I decided Lopez was coming home with us. I must say that I hurried . . .
Before too much of the afternoon was gone into history, I was at the Humane Society. I said, “I’m here to adopt a dog, I think. His name is Lopez. I’m wondering if the individual who spoke to me is available to help me.” She was.
We moved off into a small get-acquainted room. I was able to drop my purse and whatever I wanted to leave in there and then we went out to see Lopez. Wow, he was adorable. He was much bigger than I’d hoped but it really didn’t matter. I’m thinking, “Why does he have to be small anyway. He’s simply beautiful. He had a lush coat, handsome face and seemed quite taken with me. He was anxious to get acquainted and to play. I went back to the room and waited for Lopez to join me.
He was brought in. He was excited but well behaved. He said hello to the humans and then we were left alone. I petted him, called him, stroked him, and picked him up. He was willing to go through all the motions that I put him through. He was not at all mean or fussy about being handled. I decided quickly that he’s a yes.
I wasted no time telling the attendants that he was perfect and I wanted to take him home.
It was time for Lopez to meet the gang. I brought Winston and Lily in to meet him and, in true pommie fashion, they were gregarious and happy to meet. It took no time at all and they were all three running around, playing and having a grand time. There was no socializing problem with these three dogs.
Before too long, I had completed the paperwork and bundled up my three dogs to head home. Each had settled down into a comfortable snooze and I was amazed at how well my Sunday afternoon had gone.
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